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4369	Lichtenstein, Alfred	The Verse of Alfred Lichtenstein			.txt	text/plain	9155	1137	96	them in the "cynical" vein (like cabaret songs) may, for example, sky, two cripples, a poet, a horse, a lady, a man, a young boy, a crutches in the field and the woman on the city street who was While an auto cuts me to pieces, so that my head rolls like a red And like a small boy tearing paper A sound comes from an old man's open mouth. which stands like old gray stone Everywhere night lies like a blue cloth. The sky is like a blue jellyfish. Like a white fungus, a lump of wind covers A dead skull lies--like a prayer-He who looks for you in this way, Mary, loses his face and legs. Doesn't heaven come to us slowly like a mother's song You cast me with street lamps like briars. The street looks like eternal Sunday. In the sky the fine red of evening is burning.	./cache/4369.txt	./txt/4369.txt